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Sunday, February 27, 2005
 We woke up this morning, heavily hungover, to find that the world had turned white. So, of course, we dashed out into the snow, trying not to fall and break any kneecaps, taking the Uglydolls and Beanies with us. They had a great time. The whole wintry experience has been captured here. I think Ice Bat is responsible for bringing the snow to Tunbridge Wells. Ever since I ordered him, we've had terrible weather. He's signed by the artists, David Horvath and Sun-Min Kim, a pair of geniuses. If Uglydolls ever become huge, he'l be worth a fortune. Which was why I was slightly upset when Butter dropped him in the snow. Sunday, February 20, 2005
It's been a long day. My grandad has been told that he's too clapped-out and old to drive any more so he offered to give us his clapped-out old car. This will be very useful when we move out into the boonies (the area we're moving to has nothing but a dodgy chip shop, an even dodgier pub, a Co-op and two - yes, two - pet shops) so we accepted gladly and arranged to pick it up today. We travelled down to Hastings by bus, because there were engineering works and no trains. The bus took us on a scenic tour of East Sussex. I kept a look-out for Keane as we passed through Battle, but no joy. Probably in LA or somewhere. Then we had lunch with my mum, who told us all about her latest nightmarish man problems, before heading up to collect the motor. After spending an hour sorting through several enormous piles of yellowing, mildewing documents, searching for the MOT (he had just handed Butter what he thought was the MOT; it was dated 1995 and was for a different car!) it turned out that grandad had forgotten to get an MOT last year. And he's been driving it around since the MOT ran out... He's going to get it sorted this week, but because we didn't fancy another tortuous trip through the countryside on a bus, my dad drove us home. Unfortunately, Butter - who has a tendency towards travel-sickness, as you may remember from our trip to the Grand Canyon - couldn't handle the winding country lanes and puked in the back of my dad's car*. We got our house though, assuming the survey, which should happen this week, doesn't reveal it to be a crumbling money pit/death trap. *Luckily, she happened (!) to have a British Airways sick bag with her. Sunday, February 13, 2005
Butter just said, incredulously, "You haven't blogged since the 30th January?" Well, I've been too busy trying to get onto the property ladder. We've had an offer accepted on a house and we're now trying to sort out the finance (ie, voluntarily shackle ourselves with a humongous lifelong debt). But I don't want to write about it too much in case I jinx us. Anyway, this house-buying stuff does take over your life, so I haven't done much else this month. I think I've got the end-of-winter blues, when the season feels like it's gone on longer than the last ice age and all you crave is to feel the sun again. I've also got injured-knee blues. I've been going to the gym again, trying to pump up my quads - or whatever - but the damn thing is taking forever to recover. I still can't run, although it might be a mental block. Perhaps if I was being chased down the street by a polar bear I could do it. But I'm convinced that if i try to do anything other than walk slowly I'll pitch over and break my other knee.  I cheered myself up by buying myself a vinyl Ice Bat Uglydoll to go with the Target I got for Christmas. They now sit on my desk at work, adding gravitas to my workspace. Everyone who passes says, "What are they?" "They're Uglydolls," I reply. "Oh," they say. |